Chapter 206: Heist (1/2)
I'm not certain is this was merely my subjective perception of time, or some kind of omniversal temporal effect, but Yncarne moved too slow and missed the sword strike, and so did the Avatar of Khaine which appeared a second later.
I couldn't let a small failure stop us anyways.
Polaris-Albedelach teleported above the battlefield and fired its wide range Death Pulse, moving slightly faster with the Demonifuge powering its psychic systems.
But Nurgle simply took a small step back, only that step transformed into a hundred kilometers of distance, making the psi weapon miss.
A black glowing C'tan appeared right beside the Chaos God and sliced with a Phase Scythe right into the creature's leg, cutting a tendon perhaps.
The shitty grin on the Chaos God's face vanished, and a Warp wave struck the ghostly Nightbringer, shattering the C'tan shard into a thousand smaller bits of floating scrolls and black letters.
I began preparing my Black Lament to fire, when an alien hand tapped my shoulder. ”Not yet. You'll only draw attention to yourself.” the Harlequin whispered in a barely audible voice.
Right! We did have a plan to follow, even if things went wrong here.
I focused my mind and deployed the last remaining Orks behind Nurgle, right as the broken C'tan were sucked back into the Tesseract Vault and a thousand bio-titans replaced them in a concave arc centered on the target.
Zooanthropes, Maleceptors, Trygons and Tyrants attacked Nurgle with psionic spells and focused Silence, even while thousands of plagues and diseases spread on the battlefield.
Nurgle summoned his own reinforcements, demons and Plaguebearers, then Daemon Princes and Greater Demons, while my sneaky Orks howled in joy and rushed inside the mansion to loot and pillage.
Nobody likes to see their home burned and looted, not even a Chaos God. His attention slipped, and he turned to deal with the annoying greenskins, his Warp portals opening all over the mansion to produce more Plague Marines, demon engines and diseased cultists.
That second was enough, as the Psi-Titan had a clear shot and fired the Sinistrum beam right at the damaged knee, blowing it off completely, while the Eldar Avatars also struck with their godly weapons.
”I'm getting angry!” the Empyrean godling yelled in annoyance, just as the sky split open to reveal a giant Ork with two heads, falling feet first.
Nurgle shifted to the side barely dodging the crashing ogre.
”I am Gork!”
”And I am Mork!” the other head proclaimed in fairly decent Low Gothic.
”And we have come to collect all the shinnies!” the first head explained while chopping with a familiar axe called Gorechild. My gift and bribe for their help, if that wasn't clear.
The dragon teeth on the blade sliced open the jolly belly of the Chaos God, only there weren't gems and gold inside, like the Ork Gods were promised. For a pair of godlike creatures, they were quite the idiots, to be correct.
I simply assumed they'd act like a bigger and badder Ork Boss, greedy and violent, and to nobody's surprise they did.
While the police drama took place on the steps of the mansion, our fleet kept moving forward, while a thousand Hive Fleets were being deployed behind and to the sides.
Of course, the vast majority of these Tyranids were not mind controlled, only certain valuable specimens with powerful synaptic links gaining the honor of receiving Necron mindshackles.
They did their job anyways, as the Tyranids were simply supposed to attack and devour everything they encountered. Mostly demons. If they died, it wasn't a problem, quite the contrary.
As the Black Lament passed over the battling gods, I sacrificed a crate of gems and gold and dispersed those over Nurgle's wounds.
I know, I was being petty, but I also didn't want those overpowered idiots after my head. Better give them a bigger target.
”Look! He really bleeds gems and gold!” Gork shouted and kicked Nurgle away to grab the shinnies.
”I want the blue ones!” Mork demanded and slapped his other head in envy.
I sighed inward as Nurgle just watched the Ork Gods bicker over his blood and gems, then biting on the gold to make sure it was real. His wounds were already regenerating visibly, by the time our fleet crossed into the next layer.
”You were mean.” the Inquisitor commented as she unleashed a barrage of melta bombs and promethium canisters behind us to create a wall of flames and screaming traitor marines being burned alive, yet unable to die.
I just shrugged at her hypocrisy and fired a single second blast towards Nurgle just before the Tyranid Silence crashed over the mansion layer and that space crumpled into confetti and plague spores.
The beam didn't do much, barely flaying a layer of skin from the Chaos God, but now I had something to measure against its total apparent mass. About one in one thousand the necessary damage, not that Nurgle would stay still and allow me to fire for 20 minutes.
”The Masque_of_the_Frozen_Stars is already picking the lock around Isha. If you're looking for valuables to steal, now it's the time.” Mnemorach whispered from behind my chair, just as I let out a tired sigh.